It’s wisteria hysteria
Here
Because the
Purple hue
Regally regales me
In pure reverie
Because my focus
On what
Is freely given
A beauty
Man tries
But rarely
Ever replicates
If you want
To be rich
Look out
The front door
It’s where
It’s at
Every day
Feet in the ground
Fingers around
The flowers
And look up
Into the starry skies
Lovely
ReplyDeleteLovely! I LOVE wisteria! It is such a beautiful flower. I don't have any here where we live now, but did have it in a previous home and it was such a joy to behold! Enjoy it for me, okay? Blessings to you dear friend.
ReplyDeleteWisteria Walk, Ashby-de-la-Zouch ;)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Regine, beautiful.
ReplyDeleteHave a blessed day. ♥
The words wisteria hysteria are now stuck in my head and I love it. :)
ReplyDeleteWysteria Hysteria! I love this! I love wysteria too, but unfortunately it doesn't grow in our area.
ReplyDeleteAnd the heady fragrance of those purple blooms - a pleasing aroma to our Lord.
ReplyDeleteThis is another gem of a poem, my friend. Blessings!
Wisteria always reminds me of my father. He loved it, and his outlasted him.
ReplyDeleteour wisteria is in bloom also, it's my color and a beauty to all of our senses!!
ReplyDeleteWisteria hysteria...love it! :D
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! Both the flowers and the poem!
ReplyDeleteOh I was looking at tree covered in wisteria on my walk home from the train station today. And yes freely given! And ending up by looking at the stars, love this : )
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Agree, even though the wisteria is nothing but vines here now. The payoff is knowing a little less than a year from now they will bloom again.
ReplyDeleteAnd don't the wisteria smell heavenly also!! Wonderful words Regine.
ReplyDeleteBlessings
Maxine
Oh, I wish we had a pergola for wisteria. So beautiful
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